The white-bearded Du Tianding coughed and curled up. He just avoided the stretched arm. He looked at the owner of the arm - Du Tianxiong, the second young master of the Du family, who was blushing, and didn't know if he was angry or cold.

Du Tianxiong rubbed his hands and pouted, obviously because Du Tianding, a white-bearded, was very dissatisfied.

Du Tianding laughed and bowed, "Second Young Master, it's very cold outside. Can you bear it?" A gust of north wind blew, bringing a biting chill.

Du Tianxiong stomped his feet and angrily complained: "Didn't you just agree to go to my place? Why didn't you come in after passing by my room? Fortunately, I guessed you were going to slip away, so I'll be ambushing here."

Du Tianding patted his head, suddenly realized his mind, and sighed, "Oh, look at my memory, I am old and useless."

Du Tianxiong grabbed Du Tianding and pulled hard into the room: "Come on, Du Bo, you see me growing up. You must uphold justice for me and avenge me."

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go, I'll say, Master, slow down, I'm old."

When he entered Du Tianxiong's room, Du Tianxiong did not even ask Du Tianding to sit down, but began to angrily condemn He Qihuan's crime. He was afraid that Du Tianding would not believe it, so he dragged his close servant Li Zi to testify.

Little Lizi naturally talked with Du Tianxiong and condemned He Qihuan to become the world's most shameless pervert.

Seeing this, Du Tianding pulled his beard in distress and didn't know what to say. In his opinion, is it worthy of such a big fantasy? The young master just asked for a maid, what's so great about it? Like when they followed the old master, the prince's princess poured wine for them, and the governor's daughter beat their backs. He enjoyed a lot and saw it a lot. Who would fight for a little girl? Didn't Uncle Liu also say - 'Brothers are brothers and women are clothes', this young master is so excited, so angry, so... This, isn't this too petty? Isn't you sleep with your mother? Why are you excited?

Besides, Du Tianding's eyes turned around and thought, it was just a matter of sleeping with your mother. If you want the third concubine to serve the young master, it seems to be a bit substitute! The third concubine is just a slightly more advanced piece of clothing. And it is a clothes that are more harsh to their drinking.

Du Tianxiong didn't know that his statement not only did not win the sympathy of the white-bearded Du Tianding who had never married in his life, but even his mother was given to He Qihuan by Du Tianding in his heart.

Du Tianding pulled his white beard and looked at Du Tianxiong with a slanted eye. He knew that the second young master was the master Du Buhuo's heart. He couldn't beat him or scold him, so he had to cheer up and do ideological work for Du Tianxiong: "I said that the second young master, playing with women is not a crime, but you have to pay attention to style. Do you know the relationship between romantic and vulgarity?"

"Of course I know, there are all flows!"

"Wrong, romantic and vulgar, one is the sky, the other is the earth; one is fragrant and the other is smelly. Simply put, although both are women, in the words of you young people now, they are both 'pushed'. Right! They are pushing down a woman. But the difference between the two is big. One is that women are full of joy and fall down without pushing, or if you want to push her down, others will only praise them when they know, and men can leave easily without sequelae. This one is called romantic!! Come freely like the wind, go freely, wave your hand, and not take away a cloud..." Du Tianding looked at Du Tianxiong meaningfully, and sang a poem, and then he beat his back, and then said: "Vulgarity is pushed down, and the woman falls passively. She is unwilling to accept her heart, and she doesn't say anything, cursing her in her heart. When others know about it, she will only curse her, and there is no good result."

"So, young master, you have to think more about the relationship between the two and then act again. This is Lao Nu's advice."

Seeing Du Tianxiong listening to his words, rolling his eyes and touching his head to think, the white-bearded Du Tianding quickly took the opportunity to slip out.

Du Tianxiong thought for a long time and suddenly jumped up: "What, you old guy, actually said that the young master is vulgar, that pervert is actually a romantic one?"

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On the street, He Qihuan was walking on the street with Xiaohong in red, and suddenly, A-young sneezing again for no reason. Xiaohong wrinkled her cute little nose and looked at He Qihuan with concern and said worriedly: "Why are young master always sneezing these days? Is there something wrong?" Xiaohong looked at He Qihuan worriedly, very worried about his body.

He Qihuan smiled and said, "Based on my years of experience, someone has said behind my back. Oh my God, who always cares about me?"

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It seemed that someone heard He Qihuan's words very far away.

"I'm thinking of you, do you know? How happy! I want to become a warrior, and I will join the army!" Xiaoxue thought silently. She was dressed like snow, carrying a long sword on her back, and walked quickly in the open field. In front and behind were a few disciples from the White Clothing Castle, who were dressed in the same dress. Her gentle eyes firmly stared at their goal of this trip - the City of Physical and Chemical.

Han Yue sat lazily in the gorgeous hall, and news from all over the country was summarized first. Suddenly, her pretty eyes lit up: Shangguan Ren and Wuchen fought in the Li and Chemistry City, and Shangguan Ren then went to the south. Based on: Shangguan Ren (original words): A child invited me to eat lychees in the south...

Shangguan Ren is going to the south, and a child called him? Who will this child be? Is it so happy? Han Yue's jade-like delicate face slowly emerged with a charming smile: there are 300 lychees on the sun, and I will never stop being a Lingnan person. Am I a group in the south? Red lips, jade-like lychees, have a unique charm.

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It is still the long pavilion beside the wide ancient road outside the city. The vermilion eaves are painted in the blue sky, and a few green copper rust wind chimes are tinkling in the morning breeze. At this moment, outside the pavilion is full of yellow grass, frost white as snow, and a ray of green mountains in the distance sinks in the hazy white clouds.

This time Wu Chen arrived first. He sat cross-legged in the pavilion, staring at Bai Shuang on the ground in a daze. In the past two days, various doctors, whether they were in the hall or in the folk, had visited them for less than 100 or 80. However, when asked, he did not ask, because no one could make reasonable and operational suggestions about He Qihuan's disease, Hu Qiqiba had a lot of suggestions.

Suddenly, Wuchen stood up and stood, his blue-gray clothes shaking gently in the cold wind, standing on the white frost and yellow earth, indescribable Xiaoxiao. Wuchen looked at the direction of the city, and after a while, Shangguan Ren's figure appeared from there.

When Wu Chen saw Shangguan Ren coming with joy on his face, he moved his heart and asked urgently: "Have you gained something?"

"Yes!" Shangguan Ren flicked his clothes and said with a smile.

"What's the harvest?" Wuchen stretched his neck long and became even more anxious.

"The harvest proves that we are still extremely superior! I am lonely, the heights are cold, and I can see everyone low." Shangguan Ren paved back and forth, sighing.

Wuchen's heart sank, knowing that there is no show anymore, what is the ultimate? In other words, there is no one higher than them except them.

"Oh—" Wu Chen sighed, why is he so happy and hopeless and sad?

"Oh--" Shangguan Ren sighed, mourning for his lack of opponents.

On this quiet and deserted morning, Shangguan Ren looked at Wuchen beside him and suddenly felt that this hateful old monk was actually quite cute and amiable. Without him, he would have no opponent. I am afraid he would be a hundred times lonely! So Shangguan Ren felt that Wuchen became cute and thought to himself: You can't let this old monk die easily.

Shangguan Ren looked at Wuchen with concern and took a step closer and said with concern: "Old monk, are you in good health? You must take care of yourself. It's cold, dress more, don't eat casually, so as to avoid eating bad stomachs. And..." The more Shangguan Ren said, the gentler his eyes, the more he said, the more intimate his expression.

When Wuchen saw this, he was frightened and retreated repeatedly, shouting: "Shangguan Ren, what do you want to do...you, go away for me!"

Shangguan Ren touched his beard and blinked innocently: "I care about you, why are you so afraid of? Alas, I occasionally become a good person and actually scared you to this. It's so sad and hateful! It seems that I am destined to be a bad person all the time?"

Wuchen dared not say anything else, for fear that Shangguan Ren would become crazy again. He kindly speculated that Shangguan Ren must be unable to find a way to recover from He Qihuan. His heart fire rose, his anger turned into anger, and his nerves were confused!
Chapter completed!